Uber Warning: This story is an Uber. These characters are based
from the TV show Xena Warrior Princess.

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She looked over at him and replied, “# 1this is your life work.
# 2 I'd like to protect my investment. As you well know, once the word is out
about the DAX 232, everyone and their grandmother will come looking for it.”

“Well, we could put in another security system…maybe hire a
guard.”

Liv gestured, “They can be bought.”

Daniel nodded, “I guess so…well, what did you have in mind?”

The General leaned against the Doctor's desk and made eye contact
with him. “Daniel, do you trust me?” she asked.

“Of course!” he retorted. “What brought that up?”

Liv never broke eye contact and purposed, “Well, I have all
the resources…such as high tech labs and not to mention the best computers in
the world. The most important factor is that I HAVE the best security force
in the United States. It even beats the personal security of our President by
two fold. I'd like you to move your lab to my base.”

His eyes widen, “You really think we need that much security?”

She nodded, “I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.” She observed
his reaction, as he contemplated it and spoke up. “You will have full reign
of the labs and anything that will aid you in our success. And to make
the deal sweeter, you don't even have to pay for anything. Everything's on me.”

“Liv, now that's too much to ask-”

She gestured, “It's the least I can do, considering that your
serum will save millions of lives one day.”

He sighed, “I pray that it would happen soon…I'm tired of seeing
so many innocent people die. Just like my-” Memories of a young woman, who
was the splitting image of Sam. She brushed her long flowing hair and mouthed,
“I love you…”

Liv inquired, “Daniel, are you all right?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I just thinking of Sara.”

“Sam's Mother?”

He silently nodded.

“I'm sorry for bringing this up…” Liv apologized, “We can talk
about another time.”

“No, it's alright…” Daniel shook his head, “Go on, Liv.”

“I believe in you Daniel,” she placed her hand upon his shoulder,
“This will help you focus on your goal.”

“What about my staff?”

“That wouldn't be a problem. They'd have go through a required
background check, first and that'll take a few hours.”

“The living arrangements?”

“I can furnish you with best house on base or you could live
off base. I've housing for your assistants too if need be. The closest city
is Las Vegas, it's only 7 miles away. You can even work your own hours. Daniel,
take all the time you need.”

He revealed, “I'm going to have to talk this over with Samantha.”

“By all means,” she affirmed.

“Knock…Knock…”

“Come in,” Daniel called out.

Sam opened the door and entered the room. “I took care of Mr.
Gloom,” she flatly stated.

“Good,” he nodded, “Samantha, we need to discuss something.”

“What about?”

“I'm going to step out for a moment,” Liv said, leaving the
two to talk and closed the door behind her.

“Liv, purposed something to me…” he informed, “but I wanted
to speak to you before I agreed to anything.”

“What is it Dad?”

Daniel stood up and walked around his desk to face her. “What
are your thoughts on moving the lab to more secure place?”

“Why?”

He ran his fingers through his hair and enlightened, “Because,
the publicity about it might bring out thieves…who would take my life's goal
in a blink of a eye and use it to their advantage.”

Noticing that her father was agitated and assured him. “Dad,
calm down…” she said, placing her hand on his arm. “I know it means a lot to
you, I just want make sure it's legit. I mean…we haven't had any problems so
far.”

“I know,” he nodded, “But the closer we get-”

“I understand…”

Daniel caressed his daughter's cheek and expressed, “I just
want us to be safe. I don't know what I'd do if anything would happen to you.”

“Shhh…” she hushed him, “Let's not talk like that. Daddy, if
your heart tells you do it then do it. I'll be behind you in whatever you decide.”

He pulled his only daughter in for a hug, kissing her forehead
gently. “Samantha, you're just like your Mother. She'd be proud of you dear.”

Sam blushed, hugging him tighter. “Aww…Dad…”

“I mean it, Samantha…”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“Let me go and get Liv,” he said, releasing her. He opened the
door and called out, “Liv, come on in.”

“Yeah?” Liv responded and entered the room. She stared at each
one and waited patiently for their answer.

“We've made our decision,” Daniel informed, “I'll take you up
on your offer, Liv.”

The General grinned at the news and responded, “Are you sure?”
She turned her attention to Sam and assured, “I don't want you think I'm pressuring
you or anything.”

Sam shook her head, no. “Liv, I agree…it's for the best.”

“Good…” Liv acknowledged, pulling her cell phone out.

Daniel stated, “It's going to take us a few days to pack and
move.”

“Not necessarily…” the General suggested, “I can have you have
there by nightfall if you like.”

He spoke up, “That's too much-”

Liv turned to him, raising a brow and explained. “I've done
this many times before…its no trouble. Besides, we train our soldiers to break
things down and move in a moments notice anyway.”

He agreed, “I guess your right.”

Liv patted Daniel on the back and expressed, “It'll be fun…trust
me.”

“So, where are we moving to?” Sam inquired.

“Nellis Air Force Base,” Liv revealed, dialing a number.

HOURS LATER ON FLIGHT 772

I'm running towards a large brick building. Noticing a lone
sentry walking away from me and I slipped past him unnoticed. I reach a window,
finding it locked and go to the next one, which turns out to be unlocked. Checking
the area again, finding no one and I slowly opened the window. I climbed in
and disappeared in the shadowy room.

The room seems to be an office of sorts. I flicked on my
tiny flashlight and scanned the room for anything. I go to the desk and look
around. My elbow knocked over a picture frame, instantly I picked it up. Glancing
over it, it's of a beautiful woman with long blond hair. She's holding an infant,
as her emerald eyes were lovingly staring back at the photographer.

“Those eyes-“

*FLASH*

A female voice called out, “COME ON!”

“WAIT!” I sprinted towards the voice. I caught a glimpse
of the woman's lab coat as she turned a corner.

“EEEERRROWLLLL!!!” echoed from behind me.

I stopped in my tracks and spun around. That growl…or whatever
came from that direction. I instinctively reached behind me for my .45 and found
an empty holster. “DAMNIT!” Whatever it is…it's sounds like it's moving. I turned
and bolted down the hall, praying that the woman hadn't gone too far. I skidded
to the corner and looked back one more time as a shadow of sorts followed behind.
I rounded the corner and ran into a –

*FLASH*

“BAM…BAM…BAM…BAM!” four rounds were shot in row.

“Are you alright?”

That voice…I've heard it before…sounds familiar.

“Yeah…” I uttered. Someone's trying help me up. I began to
stir and opened my eyes, but all I see was a giant blur. An arm slipped around
my waist as the other placed my arm around their neck. I tightened my arm around
the person's neck. My hand brushed upon a breast. “Sorry…” I apologized. Praying
that it was the same woman from before.

“It's all right,” the gentle voice assured, “I'm going to
help you up, okay?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

“BAM…BAM…BAM…BAM!”

She lifted me with her legs, but I felt my legs give out
and all my weight was on this poor woman.

“I got ya,” another female voice spoke up and wrapped her
arm around me. “Lets go!”

*FLASH*

“Come on, wake up…” the comforting voice said.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

*FLASH*

A voice inquired, “Wake up…”

I felt someone's hand upon my shoulder.

“Taylor?”

I opened my eyes, focusing on my surroundings and realized that
I was still on the plane. I turned toward the voice and it belonged to Amanda.
“Hello,” I said, sitting up.

She stared at me with worried eyes and asked, “I noticed you
jerking in your sleep…”

“A weird dream…” I replied, flashing a smile at her, “I'm all
right. Thanks, for checking on me.”

“Must be,” she nodded, as her eyes made contact with mine. “Umm…we're
about to land,” she informed, taking a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She pulled
out folded piece of paper and handed it to me. “This for you.”

“Thank you…” I said, taking it and watching her leave. Glancing
down at my watch, which read 4:55pm. I stared out the window, wondering what
that dream meant. If it even means anything at all.

MEDICAL RESEARCH LAB

Air force personnel were working on loading the remainder of
the equipment in to the trucks outside. Lab assistants were boxing all the files
and research material, for the move. A soldier passed by with a computer terminal
in his arms.

Daniel was placing all his disks into a satchel, along with
his personal notes and picture of his wife Sara, who was holding Samantha as
an infant. He zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder.

Sam popped her head in and informed, “I'm back Dad…”

“Did you get everything?”

“I think so…”

He turned to his daughter, “Lets do a quick a walk through-”

“Dad, I just did it.”

“I guess it's time to go then,” he said leaving his office and
closed the door behind him.

OUTSIDE THE LAB

Two squads of soldiers were climbing into the bed of a smaller
truck.

An armed SP (Military Police) climbed into the back of the larger
truck as his partner secured the canvas cover. He went around and climbed into
the drivers seat.

A Lt. Devins approached them, “Dr. Andrews, will you be taking
a car?”

Sam climbed into her black BMW, unlocking the door for her father
and started it up. After fixing her seatbelt, she turned to the radio and tried
to find a good station.

Daniel placed his bag next to the others in the back seat and
sat down. He shut the door, buckling his belt and made himself comfortable.

The trucks moved forward.

Sam backed out of her parking space and followed right behind.

Mc MARRAN INTL. AIRPORT

I buckled my belt and pulled out the map from my ruck. I opened
it over the steering wheel and found my location. I traced the 15 North until
it crossed the 95 Northwest towards Nellis. Well, it's not that far…
I traced further Northeast on the 15, east of the base. “He said it was two
miles outside the Moapa River Indian Reservation,” I muttered to myself. I laid
the map to the side and started the car up.

A BIT LATER

I pulled my rented Saturn SL into a gas station, just outside
the Reservation. I stretched a bit and took in my surroundings. Desert-like
conditions. My eyes noticed a wooded area about a mile away. That's weird…desert
everywhere and plop! A sparse wooded area. Huh?

A female voice asked, “Hey, do you need gas?”

I turned to her, “Nah…just directions.”

The young woman was wearing dirty coveralls, a baseball cap,
which read 'Love thy Mother' covered her shaved head and a cigarette dangled
from the corner of her mouth. She had an athletic build and a nice tan that
was hidden under all the grime. Her dark eyes took in the beautiful Stranger
before her. “Where do ya want to go?”

“Where's the quickest route to that Black Hawk crash site.”

“Everyone's been tryin' go there…" she sighed, "don't know why
people want to see carnage like that,” shrugging, “Damn CID's has it all blocked
off.”

I raised a brow, “Is there another way?”

“Why?” she retorted, her eyes narrowing. “Your not one of those
report-”

I removed my sunglasses and stared at her, “No…I'm not.”

She suspiciously glared at me.

“My brother was the pilot…”

“How do I know this isn't a trick?”

“I'm from Kansas City,” I pulled out my badge, showing it to
her. “Detective Taylor Rineheart, I'm trying to find the truth behind his death.”

“YOU'RE A COP?”

“I'm not going to do anything to you,” I assured her, “All I
want to do is find out what really happened. And if you know anything, that
would help me-”

“Uhhh…damn, “she muttered under her breath, “You don't seem
like the type that would lie. I guess it's for a good cause…your brother and
all.”

“Thanks…I appreciate it,” I said and held my hand out. “Name's
Taylor.”

“Malachi.” the mechanic informed, wiping her hand on her pants.
“Nice to meet ya, Taylor,” she shook her hand.